Many of the students wanted to talk about the earthquake. One girl said she'd been in the middle of a play, when it happened. A boy had been performing on a prop bridge that got warped by the quake. I asked about the overhanging lights, but she said they were secure. Less secure were pipes in the backroom basement, where she was standing. They started falling out of the ceiling.
The play, by the way, was an Elvis tribute called, "All Shook Up." Appropriate, no?
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Aftershocks notwithstanding, it's been a pretty good week.
Two of my short stories were published on Ether.
Camp NaNoWriMo got started with a bang. So far I've hit about 15,000 words--or two and a half chapters.
Today Michelle's Abishag novel Indelible Beats goes on sale.
Tomorrow is Literary Orange.
Next week is Spring Break.
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! And yay!